A.
There was only the one thing you never knew
about the boy who stole the air from your lungs,
unexpectedly though might he add:
I only ever mattered when I stood beside you.
Love is a vital fragment of human nature;
everyone eventually wants to fit as a piece.
Well, my puzzle only has one other part.
And it's you, the leading lady of my heart.

J.
One climax after another, my shimmering release,
my cascade of pleasure, my chalice of bittersweet -
My throat ran dry screaming out your name
during the endless maze of frantic foreplay.
And what beat that brink of orgasm
was me, in your consoling arms.
And us, sealing stories with every fond kiss:
The days you permeated my entire consciousness.

L.
Tantalising blackcurrant in the cider, a taste with
a twist. An extremely kinky blush, blooming in my cheeks;
your soft blow of breath was like being massaged
by a pair of warm lips. Bent my sword and broke my shield,
you rendered me sweaty rubber from tensed steel - and
all with the rippling sensations of your tongue; forevermore
You will remain as a girl on the cusp of my core.

N.
The crimes some boys would commit if a heart wasn't
anchored by conscience and soul. The things tongues
might unlock when unleashed upon you
in a lesson of what it truly means to let go.
Shake off hedonist dust and thrive on curiosity's rush,
toil no more in the black hole of onanistic obsession.
For life could shape such a lovely young soul;
and I hope you will go search and flourish
instead of seeming content with wasting it all.

R.
Farewell, darkened Orchid. We won't storm eyes once again.
The future has no place for us; the past will sooner delete us.
I become ill with each post as lost words learn to fly
coast to coast; the truth is as unyielding as Winter rain.
I banish the secrets etched beneath the purlieus of my skin
and pray to the skies above I meet them never again.
No fault on us, never a black mark against you:
just the penance of one young reckless fool.

S.
"Underestimate people at your own peril.
Carefully scope every crowd before you join in."
Let's make a deal; I'll descend from the flight of becoming
a literary lion if learned the steps of being cool.
I could settle for just being cool.
There's no forecast for a loser to find redemption
and I may hollow out like the fires of stoked lust,
but if the post-orgasmic chill was for once quite cool...
well, for my greatest pastime, I could thank you.

When I learn to grow these shackles will burn as
I take resonance's hand and run into the eternal kiss
of a swallowing sangria sun. To be that blonde
blue-eyed soul roaming in his own little world;
yes, it would be nice for that end to return me
to when the love divergences had not begun.